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you involved in my daughter's death?”
I reached into my purse for a business card and handed it to him.
He inspected it with raised eyebrows. “A private detective? I wouldn't have guessed that.”
Why does everyone seem surprised to find out I'm a private eye? “Call me if you can think of anything that might help us solve her murder.”
“You never told me how she was murdered.”
I tried to ignore his puppy dog eyes. “Sorry, I can't give you those details but, as her father, you have the right to go to the morgue to identify her body. Just be prepared to ask some questions when you do.”
At the sound of footsteps on tile, I looked to my left. A woman and a little boy were arguing. The boy began crying at the top of his lungs, clinging to his mother's leg. She grabbed his shirt, yanked him to his feet and scolded him while the boy made a big production of flailing his arms around, thus knocking over dozens of medicine bottles from the shelves.
When I turned back around, Mick had vanished.
Chapter 10
A fter I explained the situation on the phone, Detective James arrived at the pharmacy ten minutes later.
I handed him the keys to the blue pickup. “Mick Kendall doesn't strike me as the kind of man who would murder his own daughter but, he is a convicted killer so, who knows. He did admit to picking her up at her house yesterday around 4:30 but after a heated discussion, Claire demanded that he pull over and let her out near the Irving Gas Station on Islington.”
“Good. Maybe we can find a witness who can attest to seeing her get out of the pickup. Maybe she started to walk back home and someone gave her a lift. I'll head over to the gas station just as soon as I arrange to have this truck brought to the warehouse for an overhaul. DNA, fingerprints, or blood samples might be present. Did Mr. Kendall mention where he was going when he left here?”
“No. I tried to get him to give me his cell number, but he didn't fall for it. I gave him my card, so I expect to hear from him again.”
Detective James got on his phone, about to make a call. “I'll catch up with you later, Sarah. I'll be by the house to get Ms. Kendall's laptop and other personal items.”
“Sure, I'm heading back there right now.”
“By the way,” he asked. “Just curious. Do you believe Mick Kendall's story?”
“I don't know. He told me he was trying to make things right with his daughter. Why would he spend the past few months trying to get back into her good graces, only to end her life? Doesn't make sense.”
In Lois's car, I immediately called Carter and explained the situation of how I came to meet Mick Kendall. “Can you meet me back at Lois's place as soon as you can?”
“I'm already here,” he said. “I just met with the coroner who examined Norton Cline's body. We know each other so he was willing to indulge me. An autopsy was performed but the cause of death is still in question. He did take blood and tissue samples to test for drugs or poison but those results could take another few days like I suspected.”
“I got us some lunch and I'll be back at Lois's in a few minutes. In the meantime, would you mind doing a search on Mick Kendall to find out what happened eight years ago that landed him in prison? He admitted to killing a man, but he didn't say why.”
“Sure, I'm on it.”
* * *
When I got back to the house, Carter had his laptop set up at the kitchen table and Lois was sitting beside him. On the screen was a mug shot of Mick Kendall.
The same black hair streaked with gray and the dark, penetrating eyes.
Carter handed me a sheet of paper he'd printed out. “The local newspaper article I found from 2008 gives very few details about the murder. The victim was a twenty-two year old kid by the name of Nate Thayer.”
“No details whatsoever?”
“Nope. Just explains that Mick struck a deal with the DA and pled guilty to voluntary manslaughter.”
“Is
I reached into my purse for a business card and handed it to him.
He inspected it with raised eyebrows. “A private detective? I wouldn't have guessed that.”
Why does everyone seem surprised to find out I'm a private eye? “Call me if you can think of anything that might help us solve her murder.”
“You never told me how she was murdered.”
I tried to ignore his puppy dog eyes. “Sorry, I can't give you those details but, as her father, you have the right to go to the morgue to identify her body. Just be prepared to ask some questions when you do.”
At the sound of footsteps on tile, I looked to my left. A woman and a little boy were arguing. The boy began crying at the top of his lungs, clinging to his mother's leg. She grabbed his shirt, yanked him to his feet and scolded him while the boy made a big production of flailing his arms around, thus knocking over dozens of medicine bottles from the shelves.
When I turned back around, Mick had vanished.
Chapter 10
A fter I explained the situation on the phone, Detective James arrived at the pharmacy ten minutes later.
I handed him the keys to the blue pickup. “Mick Kendall doesn't strike me as the kind of man who would murder his own daughter but, he is a convicted killer so, who knows. He did admit to picking her up at her house yesterday around 4:30 but after a heated discussion, Claire demanded that he pull over and let her out near the Irving Gas Station on Islington.”
“Good. Maybe we can find a witness who can attest to seeing her get out of the pickup. Maybe she started to walk back home and someone gave her a lift. I'll head over to the gas station just as soon as I arrange to have this truck brought to the warehouse for an overhaul. DNA, fingerprints, or blood samples might be present. Did Mr. Kendall mention where he was going when he left here?”
“No. I tried to get him to give me his cell number, but he didn't fall for it. I gave him my card, so I expect to hear from him again.”
Detective James got on his phone, about to make a call. “I'll catch up with you later, Sarah. I'll be by the house to get Ms. Kendall's laptop and other personal items.”
“Sure, I'm heading back there right now.”
“By the way,” he asked. “Just curious. Do you believe Mick Kendall's story?”
“I don't know. He told me he was trying to make things right with his daughter. Why would he spend the past few months trying to get back into her good graces, only to end her life? Doesn't make sense.”
In Lois's car, I immediately called Carter and explained the situation of how I came to meet Mick Kendall. “Can you meet me back at Lois's place as soon as you can?”
“I'm already here,” he said. “I just met with the coroner who examined Norton Cline's body. We know each other so he was willing to indulge me. An autopsy was performed but the cause of death is still in question. He did take blood and tissue samples to test for drugs or poison but those results could take another few days like I suspected.”
“I got us some lunch and I'll be back at Lois's in a few minutes. In the meantime, would you mind doing a search on Mick Kendall to find out what happened eight years ago that landed him in prison? He admitted to killing a man, but he didn't say why.”
“Sure, I'm on it.”
* * *
When I got back to the house, Carter had his laptop set up at the kitchen table and Lois was sitting beside him. On the screen was a mug shot of Mick Kendall.
The same black hair streaked with gray and the dark, penetrating eyes.
Carter handed me a sheet of paper he'd printed out. “The local newspaper article I found from 2008 gives very few details about the murder. The victim was a twenty-two year old kid by the name of Nate Thayer.”
“No details whatsoever?”
“Nope. Just explains that Mick struck a deal with the DA and pled guilty to voluntary manslaughter.”
“Is
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